What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? Chapter 592: Of Course A Sweets Shop Is A Must

"Can I pat you?" I asked Emilia directly.

She gave a weird look before smirking, "One hundred Creas per pat."

I tilted my head, "Is it per stroke of the hand or is it per session?"

She lifted an eyebrow, "Wait, are you being serious?"

I pulled out a small silver coin, "Yes, now hurry up. Is it per stroke or per session?"

She looked down at the coin in my hands, then at , then back to the coin., repeating that motion for at least six more tis before finally answering .

"Per session."

"Done."

I tossed the coin at her and she snatched it out of the air, the coin disappearing before I could even see where she stored it.

I then pounced on her and started patting her head aggressively.

Waahhh!! Her hair is so soft!! And her ears too!! They're so perky and nice to touch! Ahhhh!! This is so worth a hundred Creas!!

"He… Hey?! I… I didn't say you could… Nnggh… Don't… Don't stick your face there! What are you… Ooohh… Not… Not there… That's… Cheating… Purrrr~"

Hmm? I think she was saying sothing to but I was so engrossed in the feeling of her hair and her ears that I wasn't paying attention.

She's so fluffyyyyy~

Just as I was really getting into it, the Nekomata suddenly pulled away, "Ngghh!! That's enough!"

"Aww… Just five more minutes?" I pleaded.

"Purrr… Hngg! No! That was way more than what I agreed on!"

I pouted at her but she wasn't budging.

Oh well…

I dug out another silver coin and her eyes widened for a mont before she surprisingly turned away.

"No… No deal anymore. That was a one ti thing."

Seriously? She's saying no to money?

"What about… Two hundred Creas?" I asked, adding another coin on top of the first one.

"Ngghhh!! No! No deal!"

"Three hundred?"

"Hnnngg!! I… Just… Just a bit-- No! Stop it!"

"Four hundred?"

"Sto… Stooooop…" She pleaded.

I giggled and kept the coins which made Emilia let out a sad moaning sound but I figured I shouldn't tease her too much.

I decided to change the topic, "So just now… Who was throwing knives at you?"

She shrugged, "I dunno. So stupid guy who wanted to test I guess?"

"Eh? Didn't you call them thieves just now? I thought you knew that they were related to… Err… To those two sisters that we got rid of yesterday?"

"Oh… Now that I think about it, that may be it. I just called them thieves because I assud that's what they were with how they were hiding like one."

Ok… So it's not exactly confird that those were the ninja family or whatever they call themselves and could just be soone unrelated. But I'm willing to bet my money that it's them.

Emilia then recovered, "Anyway! You must be hungry now, right? I know a good place we can go!"

I tilted my head, "I'm not that hungry yet though?"

"Oh you will be once I show you where I'm taking us to eat."

I was curious what she had in mind but there was one other thing I was worried about.

"Are you sure those people won't co back and attack us anymore?"

Emilia snorted, "If they even dare, I'll just humiliate them again. Don't worry about it."

If you say so… Not that I'm that worried about them in the first place because I'm pretty confident that I could deal with them as well if need be.

Emilia brought further down the street where I noticed there seed to be more tourists and visitors than locals, considering that most of the locals wore fur clothes and there were less of them here.

She then brought to a building that had been painted white on the outside and looked really fancy, almost out of place in a location like this I would say.

Upon entering it, I realised that what she claid was most definitely true, given what kind of shop it was.

Sweets of every kind and shape were on display and I could already sll the deliciously sweet aroma of the desserts wafting around the entire shop.

One of the servers ca up to us and smiled, "Good day, miss Emilia. I have the room you reserved prepared for your use if you would just follow ?"

Oh wow, she even had a room reserved for us?! Ahhh! I wanna hug her so bad now!

The both of us followed the server up a flight of stairs to the second floor of the shop where there were small alcoves built at the side to allow patrons to watch the streets below while enjoying sweets.

The place we were led to, however, was an actual room that had a door at its entrance.

The waiter stopped there and gave us a curt nod, "We shall return with the course you have ordered, feel free to make yourselves comfortable.

He then left without another word, which made confused why he didn't just show us into the room instead and left us to open it ourselves.

Opening the door, I realised it was indeed a private room that had two sets of tables and we were not alone.

At the second table was a group of very familiar people who were waving at the mont I entered the room.

"Sister Aster!"

"Oh! You're here, Aster!"

'Welco, Aster!